Page 28 of Jack Frosting

When I woke up the next morning, I was so relaxed. And then I remembered why.

Fuck.

What I said last night was true. I had no idea how I was supposed to resist his body every day. Henry would be a significant deterrent, but I was beginning to doubt Jack would even want it again. He’d probably just had blue balls after his failed date.

I checked my phone for any emails from Cooper, but it was mostly junk. There was one from Gareth inviting me to an adults only birthday party for Eli the week before Thanksgiving. I immediately wondered if Jack was invited.

I took a deep breath, stretched, and slipped out of bed, no longer able to ignore the need to piss. After washing my hands, I put my contacts in and for the first time in a while took a long look at myself in the mirror. Without working out, I had somehow…put on muscle?

You lost weight because you haven’t been eating as much.

That could be it. I was at best mildly depressed the last few months, and at worst, I had blown a stranger in a bar. It was all about balance, right?

Feeling a bit more confident about Jack’s interest in me, I got dressed and went to check on Henry. He was still fast asleep. Somewhere along the way, he went from up at five in the morning, jumping on my bed, to sleeping in until noon.

I could tell someone was in the kitchen before I rounded the corner. I heard the sizzle and could smell something heavenly.

“Pancakes?” I asked, though the answer was obvious.

Jack was standing at the stove, wearing the shortest shorts I’d ever seen on a man. As he bent over to get who-the-fuck-cared-what from the cupboard, the straps of his jock appeared at the tops of his tan thighs. He must’ve heard me come into the room.

“See something you like?”

“Fuck, yes. What would you have done if I had been Henry?”

He stood up, hands empty, and walked over to me. “Not bend over, for starters.”

I noticed his empty hands. “Were you pretending to look for something?”

He shrugged. “How else was I supposed to show off my ass? I can see it worked,” he said, glancing down. “Nice bulge. Happy to know I didn’t wear you out last night.”

“So we’re just putting it out there?” I asked, surprised he was so casual about it, though I guess that’s what I asked for.

“Out there. In here.” He turned and smacked his ass. “Wherever you want to put it.”

“Ah, I see. Now that you’ve had a taste of my cock, you’re just going to be a huge slut?”

Jack slammed his body into mine, arms wrapped around my neck. It was so sudden I had to grab him around the waist to brace myself.

“You haven’t even had the full Jack Bonner experience. You don’t even know what you’re missing.”

His lips were inches from mine, but I was distracted by the proximity of his dick to mine. He was pressed against me and fully hard. It seemed quite significant and I dropped my hands down to cup his ass, pulling him against me even more.

“You don’t care if Henry walks in?”

I laughed. “Now you’re worried about that?”

“I thought you might be.”

“I-” I tried to find the right words. “I have a feeling he would understand. We’re just two adults, standing close together-”

“With rock hard dicks,” Jack interrupted.

“Not what I was going to say.”

His breathing had become heavier. My eyes kept dancing between his and those pink lips.

“What were you going to say?” he asked.